
Sign up to save your podcasts
Or


https://3speak.tv/watch?v=apusir/fyyecjzx
Image source of thambnail
Many childhood memories are tied to one place and that is the village.I would rank the villages as number one among the most peaceful places I have seen so far.
As a child, I saw only a touch of peace on the village streets, and those memories still linger on the streets.As a child, I used to see bullock carts and buffalo carts plying this road but those carts are gone now.The sounds of buffalo carts on the dirt road along the riverbank still ring in my ears.How much time has changed.
Everything has changed with the passage of time and the old taste is gone.Although the old times and tastes were extraordinary, I still identify the places of peace that are located in the village.
The current generation will no longer see the flavors we enjoyed in the 90s.I want to reminisce about the 90s, which is full of memories.Let's share some memories.
At that time, even the textbooks were about rural subjects.Back then, there was no internet, social media, or Android phones.Everyone relied solely on books.News from home and abroad was obtained from newspapers.People had a simple life back then and that's where I come from.When I lived in a village by river.
At that time, our high school textbooks taught about rural issues.I have read various types of historical works in Bengali books.I have read many kinds of poems.
I remember a story from that time called Notunda.Where it was explained how a simple village boy evaluates a city man.The simple village boy gets scared when he sees a well-mannered boy from Kolkata and thinks that the boy from Kolkata is a terrible boy.It means the village boy wanted to imply that he (Kolkata's Man) is a very rich man.
Such were the simple times in the 90s when we would run along the dirt roads of the village or go to the riverbank and take a boat.Sometimes we would graze domestic animals on agricultural land.In the morning we would walk to school.Nowadays, I have to live in the city for work and I have lost that childhood and the simple village.
But still, when I walk through the village roads, I find peace.Where there is only peace and quiet.The village roads are still quiet, only battery-powered cars can be seen.Only nature and trees on both sides of the road, oh how beautiful that view is.
May the scenes carry a message of peace.Leaving behind the chaos and traffic jams of the city, the village streets still call out with a message of peace.Even now, when I walk along the village road, the view of the village street reminds me of that childhood.Today's video shows a scene of traveling through a village road.
The voice in the video is my own...
Thank you...!
By Shafiqul Islamhttps://3speak.tv/watch?v=apusir/fyyecjzx
Image source of thambnail
Many childhood memories are tied to one place and that is the village.I would rank the villages as number one among the most peaceful places I have seen so far.
As a child, I saw only a touch of peace on the village streets, and those memories still linger on the streets.As a child, I used to see bullock carts and buffalo carts plying this road but those carts are gone now.The sounds of buffalo carts on the dirt road along the riverbank still ring in my ears.How much time has changed.
Everything has changed with the passage of time and the old taste is gone.Although the old times and tastes were extraordinary, I still identify the places of peace that are located in the village.
The current generation will no longer see the flavors we enjoyed in the 90s.I want to reminisce about the 90s, which is full of memories.Let's share some memories.
At that time, even the textbooks were about rural subjects.Back then, there was no internet, social media, or Android phones.Everyone relied solely on books.News from home and abroad was obtained from newspapers.People had a simple life back then and that's where I come from.When I lived in a village by river.
At that time, our high school textbooks taught about rural issues.I have read various types of historical works in Bengali books.I have read many kinds of poems.
I remember a story from that time called Notunda.Where it was explained how a simple village boy evaluates a city man.The simple village boy gets scared when he sees a well-mannered boy from Kolkata and thinks that the boy from Kolkata is a terrible boy.It means the village boy wanted to imply that he (Kolkata's Man) is a very rich man.
Such were the simple times in the 90s when we would run along the dirt roads of the village or go to the riverbank and take a boat.Sometimes we would graze domestic animals on agricultural land.In the morning we would walk to school.Nowadays, I have to live in the city for work and I have lost that childhood and the simple village.
But still, when I walk through the village roads, I find peace.Where there is only peace and quiet.The village roads are still quiet, only battery-powered cars can be seen.Only nature and trees on both sides of the road, oh how beautiful that view is.
May the scenes carry a message of peace.Leaving behind the chaos and traffic jams of the city, the village streets still call out with a message of peace.Even now, when I walk along the village road, the view of the village street reminds me of that childhood.Today's video shows a scene of traveling through a village road.
The voice in the video is my own...
Thank you...!